" Dear Friend, ( It Happened One Night ) "

What will appear on this Weblog from now on under the title of " Dear Friend, " are letters to my dear friends which I thought might be useful to my other visitors as well. (With their prior permission of course!) You know, frequently asked questions, common comments, similar suggestions, things like that.
So, there you go!
By the way, you could be one of my dear friends too! A few lines is all it takes.
I am waiting impatiently.


Dear Friend,
How's everything?
Hope you are doing just great.

It was so nice to receive your comments. Thanks a million!
It was very kind of you.
Well, I have a few points for you too.

First of all, when I first started writing these pieces I had no intention of publishing them one day.
I wrote just for my own sake. I sort of talked to myself.
And it has really helped me.
Whenever I had so much pressure on me, it came as a relief. Broke the stress.
When I had intense emotions, it would give them an outlet. Ease it up a bit.
When I learnt a lesson or something it would help me figure it out. Clarify the dark points, you know.
That's maybe why they have a kind of advisory tone.
However, I agree 100% with you: " when you are writing something, the theme you are trying to give to reader will be more highlighted when it is not directly told "
But the point is that I wasn't telling anyone, I was just telling myself. They are somehow the essence of my life. (At least for some parts of it.) I have lived them out.
And then one day, somebody read a few of them, and advised me to publish it somehow or other. Share it with others, as others have done it before.
And I thought "Hey! Not a bad idea! Let's do it!"
And there you go! Simple as that!

I also have something to tell you about "It happened one night..."
It has such an adventure.
There was a gap of around three to four years between the beginning and the ending.
I wrote :

It happened one night.
It was late and dark.
I was walking home.
It was raining hard.

The road looked unknown.
There was heavy mist.
What happened to me?
Definitely lost.

Then I just saw her.
She was crying hard.
At once I stopped.
And looked all around.

Only me and her.
There was no-one else.
I felt so sorry.
I wanted to help.

I think it came out of a experience I had,(or I was having) or a vision of some sort.
But then, that was it. Black out. All stopped. No more words. Dead end.
I tried a little to wrap it up, but it just didn't work.
I didn't push it anymore and let it go.
I saw this scrap of paper again and again so many times while browsing through my notes, but everytime, the only thing that came to my mind was a big question mark.
And so it went.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and still nothing.
until almost recently (a few months ago) that I was going through my old stuff, a little piece of paper caught my eyes.
I picked it up, looked at it and all of a sudden, all the rest was there:

I didn't know how,
I didn't know why,
I went to her side :
Smiled and said: "Hi!"

She then turned around.
Looked into my eyes.
Full of heavy pain,
which was no surprise.

She was lost,
I found her.
I was lost,
She found me...

It was life,
we both lost.
It was us,
we both found.

Just like that. No warning, no preparation, nothing.
It just poured out.
Nice adventure for a poem, don't you think?
Weird how these things figure out, isn't it?

But if you want to know what happened behind these lines, well my friend, that's another story.
Each and every one of these writings has its own story.
Sad, happy, interesting, boring, personal, public... All kinds.
If you want to know any, please let me know. And your request will definitely be considered!!


At the end, once again I express my most heartfelt gratitude for your time and kind attention.
I'll be waiting to hear more from you.
Best Wishes,
Ali